Priscilla tilted her head as Eden spoke about her nails, slowly shrugging. Yes, it was rather difficult with the horses with her nails. "Oh, it's my worst nightmare." She chuckled slightly, a wide smile gracing her lips as Eden called them pretty. Her hand extended out, held gently in the air as she spread her fingers to let Eden see them a little more up close. Miraculously, they didn't have any sort of scratches or anything of the sort on them. A pretty shade of dark red, shimmering in the bright white light of the dining hall. Layered with some sort of sparkles, although they were only visible once looked at a certain way or she moved her fingers. Given that she was a reiner as well as a cutter, it definitely did make life difficult with them.

She needed to half full control over her horse at all times, especially reining when the horse was spinning so fast it made her dizzy. And the skidding stops, of course. It seemed the nails had a positive impact, though. It made her more aware of her hands, causing her to have a softer hand when riding. She was never particularly harsh but she had a bad habit of pulling on the reins a little too much. The nails fixed that problem, since she was focused on not damaging them or causing them to fall off. That stupid grin of hers was still there, the comment having much more of an effect on her than Eden could know.

After a moment, she took her hand back and rested it down in her lap, palm gracing her bare thigh. Her hand unintentionally trailed upwards, slipping just under the hem of her shirt and above the waistband of her shorts. Her fingers ran along the length of her tattoo, tracing the outline of the antlers. It was an unconscious habit she did sometimes without even realizing it. She could recreate every little detail of that tattoo without ever looking at it with the amount of times she traced over it. "I look forward to it. I promise they'll be on good hands." Her stupid grin grew even wider, and she reached up to tuck a small strand of black hair behind her ear. Her dumb little joke also attributed to her smile widening.

Something about the idea of wearing Eden's rings made her feel a little warm and fuzzy for no reason in particular. Maybe it was the idea of them sharing things, or the idea of getting to wear something of Eden's. Her nails were now tracing the skull of her tattoo, the gentle feeling of her sharp nails gently pressed into her skin sending a shudder through her body. Priscilla seemed to realize what she was doing, glancing down before removing her hand. She wouldn't feel the need to explain herself unless Eden asked what the hell she was doing. Maybe Eden hadn't even realized the movements. With the way she was grinning, it finally crossed her mind her teeth were visible. She hated her teeth with a fiery passion.

In her opinion they ruined her entire face. She had always used to love them up until high school. Lovers and enemies alike said they were an unsettling sight and took away from her pretty features, like her eyes. Priscilla, being an already self conscious person, believed it and immediately started to hate them. Her grin faded, becoming more of a little smile without any teeth showing. She really needed to stop caring about what people thought of her but she couldn't help it. Her eyes were focused solely on Eden, seemingly examining her in a subtle way. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't find any sort of feature she disliked about her.

It made her wonder if there was anything Eden was insecure about. It's not like she'd poke fun at her or make her feel worse about herself if she did, but it was a genuine curiosity fueled by her sleep deprivation. Priscilla rolled her eyes and gave a small groan, leaning fully back into the chair and tilting her head slightly back. "Nah. I bet I could pull an all nighter." She joked, crossing her legs over one another. Her hips shifted in the seat, making the plastic more comfortable for her to sit on. Priscilla focused on the movement of Eden's hands as she placed their trash upon the plastic tray, gazing at the way the ring glistened and shimmered in the light as she moved.

It made her wonder if anyone had ever done the same to her before. Especially with the way she was constantly moving her hands and finding something for them to do. "Maybe I'll join you. If foil can keep food warm, it can keep me warm too." Again with her little giggle, brought out by her tiredness. She slowly uncrossed her legs, pushing her chair back before she stood up. Priscilla glanced down and turned her leg slightly to the side, gazing down at the marks and imprints the chair left on her skin. Her hands reached out and she carefully lifted the plastic tray up, glancing around to find the nearest trash can. It was one of those big circular ones. Priscilla forced herself to move, her feet nearly dragging with the effort it took to lift them.

It wouldn't be a surprise if she just gave up halfway to the dorm and laid down in the grass to sleep. She definitely would've, if the spot was secluded. After throwing away the trash and placing the tray on the rack next to the trash can, she returned to Eden, feeling as though her legs were about to give out from the short walk. For someone who had such toned legs, she definitely didn't act like it with the way they were trembling slightly. It seemed as though sitting down for too long made her even more tired. "I don't know, I think you're gonna have to leave me here. I can't make the walk back." She huffed, straightening her stance so her legs were no longer trembling.

(thank you!! it's a portrait i did of my puppy <3 but unfortunately the quality was killed when i uploaded it :') )

Priscilla stretched herself out slightly and cracked her knuckles, her heart dropping instinctively when she didn't feel her ring. It was habit, she never took the damn thing off and thought she'd lost it for a moment. Her gaze turned to Eden, glancing down at her hand. She stayed looking at her hand for a moment to make sure the ring was actually there and her sleepiness wasn't making her hallucinate. She only looked away at the sound of Eden's voice, the joke making her chuckle softly. Her hand went to her hair, giving a dramatic flip as her other hand went to her chest, right over her heart. "I know, I'm just such a good actor. I didn't take up acting because Hollywood would never be able to handle me." Priscilla shook her head softly, letting out a few chuckles.

Exaggerating everything and being overly dramatic was one of her favorite things to do. At times, she liked to exaggerate her accent to make her sound like she'd just come the deep pits of the south. Technically she did, her hometown being only an hour away from both the Flordia and South Carolina state lines. She's been all over the south, every single state. It was kind of funny how each state had their own unique accent, though all were grouped into just one. Hers was personally a weird mixture of a drawl and a twang, dragging out her words and twisting pronunciation that caused some people to not understand what the hell she's saying. Her hands graced her sides, running up and down where her pockets were to make sure she had everything.

Prisiclla wasn't sure what time it was, but all she knew was she would immediately collapse into her bed as soon as they reached the dorm. Maybe take a minute or two to remove her makeup again, but that was it. As Eden took a few steps back, she followed immediately without even thinking, like an obedient dog. When they left and were outside again, she was immediately focused on the sky and the fireflies. Like a moth to a flame, she just couldn't look away. It was peaceful until she noticed the blaring music, making her grit her teeth in annoyance. She glanced over, looking at the strobe lights that flashed a variety of colors. Priscilla was no stranger to the party scene at all, but she couldn't help but admit how obnoxious that was.

It was truly much better to be inside the house than outside. She snorted in amusement as Eden spoke, nodding her head in agreement. "Yeah, seriously. At least we can sleep in peace." Priscilla looked away from the house and focused on the path before them, walking alongside Eden. The more they walked, the more irritated she was getting hearing the blaring music. She couldn't quite walk in a straight line, causing their shoulders or their sides to brush into one another. Being tired had nearly the same effect on her as being drunk did. Unable to walk correctly, speaking and acting without thinking. She glanced down between them, an odd urge overtaking her.

Priscilla noticed that Eden was holding her phone and the dorm keys in one hand, the hand on her other side. Before she could even think about stopping herself, she reached down between them and gently took Eden's hand. She laced their fingers together without a second thought and let their hands drop back between them. Eden's hand was warm and soft in her own. It was force of habit to hold the hand of whoever she was with. With her friends, Priscilla held their hands or grabbed onto their sleeves to keep them together. This was no different than that. It took her a moment to realize what she had done, but she didn't pull her hand away.

"Sorry. Just.. habit." Priscilla spoke softly, rubbing her thumb gently across Eden's. She kept the grip loose to let Eden pull away if desired. In her tired, loopy mind, she seemed to momentarily forget the fact they weren't friends. Spending hours with Eden gave her a lot of new information and completely changed her opinion. The thought that Eden may think she's weird hadn't even crossed her mind, and it wasn't going to. For her, these things were normal. The brushing of their shoulders, their hands now intertwined together. The little rubs of her thumb. She was letting herself get too comfortable and she didn't even realize it.

Priscilla had instinctively matched Eden's walk, keeping the same stride and pace down to a T. Their feet even moved in sync. Thankfully the pathway was dead, no one around to see them casually holding hands and walking so close together like this. Priscilla could easily just let go and put a gap of space between them but she definitely didn't want to. The hand holding brought a sense of safety and security to her. It wasn't all that long before the dorm building came into view, causing her to break their perfect sync and speed up a little. It took Priscilla a small moment to realize the hand she was holding was the one that had the ring on it. One of her fingers lifted, the pad of her finger resting over the stone on the ring.

It wasn't even on her hand anymore and she was still tempted to play with it. Priscilla toyed with the ring, moving it back and forth slightly with little effort. It didn't occur to her how intimate all of this may have seemed to Eden. It didn't occur to her that Eden may not even enjoy this the way she did. For all she knew, Eden still hated her and viewed her as an enemy that wasn't to be trusted. Priscilla's state of mind shrouded and blanketed these thoughts and didn't allow her to think them at the moment. If she was well rested, none of this would've been happening. She wouldn't have grabbed Eden's hand. She wouldn't be brushing so closely against her. She wouldn't be rubbing her thumb.

(her name is goose!! she's my sweet gsd. haha my deer are just some silly little things i do on my phone when i get free time, i refuse to let you pay for those. if you want one just let me know, you don't have to pay <3)

Priscilla had caught the small tone of hesitation whenever Eden spoke, but she didn't let go of her hand. So, she tightened her grip a little bit. To her, it brought a sense of safety and security but she wasn't sure how Eden felt about it. It was probably the weirdest thing ever to her, considering the fact they didn't even like each other. Well, that was a lie. At least on Priscilla's end. She'd discovered a newfound fondness for Eden that she thought to be impossible. She was a firm believer in second chances and to forgive but not forget. She'd grown as a person and she believed that Eden did too. Priscilla forgives it all as it comes back to her and forgives everything that she leaves behind. A sort of motto she'd picked up over the years.

No ill feelings harbored for people in her past, hence the forgives everything she leaves behind. Forgiving it all as it comes back to her is more of a karma thing. Perhaps it would sound silly to anyone she explained it to, but it was something she held dear to her. She was brought out of her thoughts as she felt the warmth of Eden's hand leaving hers, and she almost reached out for it again. Priscilla's eyes followed Eden's movements as she lengthened her stride and opened up the door, standing off to the side. "How polite. Thank you." Priscilla gave her a stupid little smile as she walked past, mindful to not trip or get caught on anything. As they walked down the hall to their dorm, she was quick to reach into her pocket, fishing out her wallet. Of course she had already attached her set of dorm keys to the keychain holder.

This time it was her who lengthened her stride, making it to the door first. Prisiclla fumbled with the key for a moment before she shoved it into the keyhole, struggling to turn it for a moment before it unlocked with a little click. Those damn doors always gave her trouble when it came to unlocking things. She stepped a little to the side as she opened the door, allowing Eden to go through first. Once the taller girl had gone through the door, she followed her inside and pulled the door shut. Her mind instantly went to cleaning off her makeup before she could even think about collapsing in her bed. While Priscilla definitely didn't want to take it off, she had to. She didn't really fancy sleeping in makeup.

Her legs seemed to instinctively carry her over to the makeup vanity where she chose to lean over it rather than sit down. Normally she would go fully clean her face again, but she was too tired for all that effort. Priscilla bent her legs a little further to bend down over the vanity just enough to see the mirror. She grabbed the sleeve of cotton pads and the bottle of makeup remover neatly organized on the shelves, placing both things down. Pouring a little bit of the remover onto the pad, she closed one of her eyes and brought it up to her eye. It didn't take much effort to fully clean everything off with no streaks, since she didn't use waterproof things.

Prisiclla gazed at herself in the mirror for a moment, blinking a few times. Her lashes were naturally long and pretty, already black in color. But according to her they weren't pretty enough. She stood up straight again and quietly made her way over to her bed, sitting down on the edge and letting her feet dangle. Her hand reached out to the handle of the drawer on the bedside table, pulling it open. She tucked her wallet into the front of it and gazed into the drawer, then over to Eden. Tucked towards the back of the drawer was a small array of medication bottles lined up according to height. She was almost embarrassed to let Eden see them.

Her hand lingered over the bottles, inhaling softly as she picked one of them up. Priscilla skimmed the label, making sure it was one of the correct ones she was looking for. Yendell, Priscilla Aubrey. She didn't even have to read the actual label, she knew it was the right one since it was the only one with her middle name. Her sleeping pills. It didn't matter how tired or exhausted she was, it was near impossible for her to sleep most nights. Oddly enough, she had no issues falling asleep when she was laying next to someone or cuddling with them. But that wasn't really an option here. Priscilla dropped the bottle into her lap, grabbing another one. Most of them were meant to be taken in the morning.

She struggled with the lids of the little orange bottles for a moment, letting out a soft sigh of relief after she opened them. Once the pills were in her palm, she glanced up to Eden again. She'd mentioned sleep issues in their earlier conversation. Priscilla reached out to grab the water bottle that had been left on the bedside table the whole day. Her favorite one. Metal, lilac purple in color and covered in different sorts of stickers. She dropped the three little pills in her mouth, taking a drink of water from the bottle before she tilted her head back and swallowed. It wouldn't take long before the calming and sedative effects took over. Priscilla placed the bottle back onto the table and reached down to grab her phone charger, plugging in her phone and setting that onto the table as well.

Priscilla expected her body to fight off the effects of the pills, as it usually did. She almost didn't want to be around Eden when that occurred. A little careless about her actions at the moment due to her sleepy state, but this was a whole new level. She glanced over to Eden, clearing her throat softly. "I'm apologizing right now for anything I say... or do." Priscilla gave a small chuckle, praying she didn't do anything stupid. She adjusted her position, moving so that she was lying on her side facing Eden. The covers were pulled over her, and she immediately relaxed into the bed. Maybe it was better to turn over and just try and sleep instantly so she didn't absolutely humiliate herself.

(goose! everyone always looks at me funny when i say her name. she's just this big scary dog(even though she's a puppy) and everyone is like what do you mean that's her name. i'm sure! i often have discounts and whatnot for rp partners.. just not stated on here. also haha expect art of priscilla and eden sometime, once i start drawing them i can't stop)

(you're all good! i hope today is a much better day for you <33)

Her mind grew foggier and foggier, though Priscilla could still stay awake. She slowly half-turned her body and reached behind her, grabbing one of the various stuffed animals. Bringing it close to her chest, she gently leaned her head down and pressed her nose into the soft fabric. Like all of her things, it smelled heavily of her. She slowly looked back over to Eden. Her gaze was perpetually locked on her eyes, almost as if she was entranced by her. Its not that Priscilla was into her in that way, she just thought she was really, really pretty. She always had a thing for blondes and while this wasn't a romantic attraction, it was no different. She'd always been jealous because Eden has blonde hair and she doesn't.

After a long while she had eventually decided that black suits her more than blonde, which shut down any thoughts of dyeing her hair. In her opinion black brought of her eyes more. Priscilla's hands subconsciously rubbed along the stuffed cat. It was big, weighted, and black in color. It had large, round yellow eyes that almost made it look alive. Her gaze followed Eden's movements, watching her prepare her things for the next day. And then watched as she scurried under the covers. She spoke, but Priscilla was intrigued by her little giggles. They were the most adorable thing to her in that moment. Priscilla was desperate to hear them again, to say something to make her laugh.

But she didn't know how. Priscilla knew how to anger her and irritate her to no end, not how to make her laugh or giggle or blush. "I hope not." She responded with a small little laugh of her own, but her words were genuine. While still coherent enough to speak normally and organize her thoughts, she was slowly slipping away. And she hoped Eden would be asleep by the time her stupid rambling started. She continued to gaze at Eden, lazily trailing her eyes head to toe as if to savor every little bit of her. But she eventually stopped on her hair again. She wondered if her hair was as soft as her hands. Maybe someday she'd find out. There was so many things she wanted to say to Eden, but thankfully her thoughts were still coherent enough that she didn't. She wanted to say sorry for being a bitch all that time, tell her how pretty she was, and ask if she could feel her hair.

They were so close that she could reach out and run her fingers through her hair if she so chose to. Priscilla snuggled a little closer into her cat stuffed animal, almost burying her nose into the sweet smelling fabric. It drowned out the entirety of Eden's perfume but engulfed her in her own. At the sound of Eden's giggles daring to break free through her bit lip, her heart fluttered a little bit. Priscilla wanted nothing more than to tell her to let it all out. "Yeah.. goodnight. I guess I'll see you sometime tomorrow." She spoke in a soft tone, slowly letting her gaze drop to the floor. It was likely they wouldn't see each other until late in the evening.

Priscilla had her first class at 8AM. And then after classes she had made plans with Kadie, which she knew would spiral into something else that would last through the rest of the day. Perhaps they'd end up wandering off to some bar, where Kadie tried to persuade Priscilla to hook up with someone or just give in and hook up with her. She didn't know if Kadie's words were actually a joke or not, though she claimed to be straight. Priscilla slowly clutched the cat to her chest and turned her body over so her back was to Eden. She knew if she kept looking at her she'd never go to sleep.

Priscilla never actually closed her eyes. She stared at the wall for awhile, nose buried in the head of the stuffed animal, just inhaling her own scent. By now, her mind was a haze and she couldn't control her own thoughts. So, she slowly turned herself back over, facing Eden. Priscilla wasn't sure if Eden was asleep or not but it didn't matter. "You know, you're really, really pretty. I used to be really jealous of you. I almost dyed my hair blonde." She began her rambling, her voice soft and sweet. Her gaze drifted down to her own hands, her nails dug gently into the car stuffed animal. She hoped Eden wasn't awake in the back of her mind.

"I wish I was never mean to you. I wish we could've been friends. If I could take it all back, I would in a heartbeat. You know, maybe this is a second chance for us." Her rambles continued, gaze shifting around the room. She still didn't know if Eden was asleep or not. Maybe she was right, and this was a second chance for them to make amends. She wondered what it would've been like if she chose to switch roommates earlier. Her feelings of bitterness wouldn't have been discovered and melted away into feelings of fondness. Instead, Priscilla would've kept thinking she hated Eden and wanted nothing to do with her.

But now, she wondered what it would be like to trace her fingers up and down Eden's side. Priscilla wasn't gay. Or maybe she was. It didn't matter, she just wanted to feel the curve of Eden's spine and learn the little divots and dips of her skin. They were not sexual thoughts, but in her hazy mind she couldn't control her thoughts. She pulled the covers up further. They were warm and soft and smelled like vanilla. "I've never been interested in a woman like this before. I don't know how to put it- but you look very kissable." Would she kiss Eden if she had the chance? Yes. She would.

These feelings are confusing to her in ways she couldn't even begin to describe. Priscilla slowly turned and rolled onto her back, gazing up at the ceiling. She let out a soft huff and released one hand from the cat. It traveled down to her own side, two fingertips running up and down as if imagining her waist was Eden's. These thoughts were definitely not the things of a straight woman, that was one thing for certain.

(sorry if it's jumbled or confusing!! i rewrote this two times because i got busy and forgot to save :') and you're welcome! i don't expect a reply every day, i understand you've got a life <3)

(i definitely wil!! i already have an idea to draw em with their horses. or them on each other's horses during the partner thing)

By 6:30am, Priscilla had already been awake and picking out her outfit for the day. The sun shining through the window was streams of delicate pinks and yellows, not very bright yet. While she did have very varied styles of clothing, she decided to go with something western. It was one of her few go tos when she didn't know what she wanted to wear, which was rare. Priscilla rubbed her eyes sleepily and glanced back at her bed, then to the sleeping figure of Eden. She looked peaceful in the few glances Priscilla stole. Feeling as though it was almost an invasion of privacy to be looking at her while asleep, she tried to avoid it. She skimmed over her drawer of jeans, humming softly as she pulled a pair out.

Her classic pair of dark-blue Cinch's, which she liked because they fit her particularly well in the waist. As for her shirt, she opted for a nearly designed flannel. A red and white plaid flannel with white shoulder patches and the back just below the collar adorned with pretty red flowers, small and dainty. The inside fabric of the flannel was matching, so whenever the sleeves were cuffed, the cute little flowers were revealed. Priscilla would usually wear something under a flannel but she had no interest in doing so today. It was too hot to layer. Now gazing through her sock drawer, she furrowed her brows as she tried to decide on a reasonable pair. Well, reasonable wasn't really the right word here. None of them were.

She ultimately decided on a pair of baby pink with a goose wearing sunglasses scattered all over them. Leave it to her to own something as ridiculous as that. The next things were her undergarments, which she just grabbed at random instead of picking a usual matching pair that went along with her outfit. Another stolen glance to Eden, and she paused for a moment with clothes in hand. Would Eden wake up if she were to just change in the room itself and not the bathroom? She didn't know, but the very last thing she wanted right now was for Eden to see her naked. So, she quietly walked into the bathroom, only flicking the light on after the door was shut. Priscilla set her clothes down on the sink counter, gazing at herself in the mirror.

She always thought she looked her best in the morning with messy hair and a sleepy look to her. It was one of the few times she didn't feel self conscious. Her hand went up to her hair, running a hand through the messy waves. After giving herself a small examination, she reached for her toothbrush, which was pink and white in color. Her morning routine could be extensive most mornings. It was only as complicated as she felt like handling. And today, she just wasn't feeling the whole thing. So she opted to brush her teeth, wash her face and apply her usual morning creams. Priscilla then reached for her hairbrush which was placed neatly in the corner. A pretty dark purple with black bristles.

She steered more towards pink or purple colored things, even though as a child she resented 'girly' colors. And now she would never pass up something that's a cute baby pink, or a lilac purple. This morning was not the one to brush out her hair so it was straight. She only fixed it up enough so it wasn't messy and it wasn't knotted, keeping the natural waves. Her night clothes went in the hamper, which she didn't mind sharing with Eden. She could only hope they wouldn't get their things mixed up once it came time to wash them. Priscilla shut the light out before she opened the door, her moments quiet and her footsteps light. She hated people who were loud in the morning and turned on every damn light there was in the room.

Priscilla sat back down on her bed, opening up the drawer to her bedside table quietly. Unfortunately morning medications were not something she could skip. Anxiety meds, antidepressants, and another thing she was too embarrassed to tell anyone about. Her mental health issues were.. a sensitive topic, to say the least. One her pills were taken, she gently tapped her phone and glanced down at the screen. 7:25am. Since it was the first day there really wasn't any need to bring anything. They would only be going over the syllabus, anyways. The only thing she really cared about is if attendance was a part of the grade. Next up was her makeup. It was a nonskippable part of her day unless she had absolutely no plans.

Priscilla got up from her bed, taking another glance to Eden before she quickly glanced away. She sat herself down at the vanity, grabbing her things. Mascara, false lashes, eyeliner, eye pencil, eyeshadow, blush, and her lipgloss. The first step was the mascara, which helped blend the false lashes with her natural ones. And then the false lashes, which she took great care to perfectly put on. She took a quick second to lean in close to the mirror and make sure they were in place. Priscilla hadn't turned on the vanity lights, so she was relying on the sunlight to see. Her eyeliner was her usual double lined cat-eye, in her inner corner and on the outside. She used her finger to gently dip into the dark colored eyeshadow, applying a moderate amount under her eye and up close to her waterline. And then the eye pencil, which was horribly daunting but she somehow managed to get though putting it on her waterline.

Then her blush, applied in small amounts to her cheeks and very minimally to the tip of her nose. And last but not least, her pink colored lipgloss. The result was never too much, it never looked crowded and was more minimal than one would think for so much effort put in. But it made her look a whole lot better, in her opinion. It wasn't that she thought she as ugly. But she had ugly features. She liked her nose, especially the way the tip was upturned. Priscilla didn't like her cheeks, which she thought to be a little too full for her liking. It was funny how she hated such features on herself but loved them on other people. The next thing she did was slip on her boots, black in color with floral engravings. Her cowgirl boots as she liked to call them. She made sure to pull her jeans down over her boots, as tucking them in was only for doing chores or muddy days.

Priscilla paused for a moment. Which drawer did she put her belt in? Did she even put it in a drawer? After some frantic digging in some drawers she managed to find it. Dark brown with horse deigns and floral engravings. Animals and flowers seemed to be her whole vibe for the day and it wasn't exactly intentional. She slipped her belt through the loops and adjusted the buckle.. which of course, had a horse on it. She'd won it from some completion years ago. Her wallet around her wrist abd her phone in her hand, she was ready to go. Before she went, she went to the bathroom for a few more quick sprays of perfume. At 7:47am, she quietly left the dorm and made sure to gently pull the door shut so it didn't close too loudly. The air outside was a little humid and it smelled like fresh cut grass. It was a little foggy, and the pretty pinks and yellows in the sky cut through the fog to create a show of light.

It didn't take her too long to walk to class, and before long she was settled into one of the wooden seats. In her mind it was almost set up like an auction ring. All the wooden chairs up in rows. Or, well, they were more like benches or auditorium seats. Connected in rows but separated by an arm rest. And the area at the bottom where the professer normally was. She hadn't been there for too long before a girl settled into the seat to her right, the chair squeaking softly. Priscilla turned her head, eyeing the girl to see if she knew her. And much to her surprise, it was no other but Catalina Summers. "Long time no see, huh?" Catalina spoke first, her pretty voice soothing. Priscilla fully turned her head and offered a small smile. "Guess it has been. How've you been?" She asked softly, folding her hands in her lap.

"Good. I bought a new horse.. you might've seen him? The big bay warmblood.. had him imported from Belgium." She spoke in such a nonchalant tone, as if it was no big deal. Of course you did, Priscilla thought to herself. "I'm not sure I did. I've still got Clementine." She shrugged, as if it was the worst thing in the world to have the same horse as last year. "You know, I don't know why you didn't let me buy her from you." Priscilla narrowed her eyes for a moment, recalling the time Catalina had offered her an absurd amount of money to buy the mare. As stupid and cheesy as it sounds, no amount of money was worth it to get rid of the mare. They had a bond like no other, and that wasn't something she couldn't find in another horse.

"What do you want with her, anyways? She's a Quarter Horse. And you can just.. go buy a carbon copy of her." Catalina responded with a wave of her hand, green acrylics glinting in the light. If there was one thing they had in common, it was their love for acrylic nails. "She's pretty." There's a moment of silence between the two girls. "..grullos aren't out of your budget." Catalina gave almost a confused look when she heard the word budget. "Yeah. But she's got that cute stripe on her back and the cute sock." Priscilla gave her an almost dumbfounded look. "Horse is off limits, I'm sorry." Catalina just shrugged and murmured something under her breath, causing a sigh to escape Priscilla. Catalina was very pretty.. too pretty. The prettiest blonde hair, not quite platinum but just about. Long, soft, and perfectly straight.

She had these blue eyes that seemed to stare right into your soul. A beautiful light shade, almost like ice or the morning sky. Little hints of darker blue and even some green flecks. And then Priscilla noticed something- Catalina was wearing eyeliner. The eyeliner Priscilla had taught her how to do after she demanded to be taught.

(of course! haha hope you don't mind this is sort of a long read, it's nothing particularly important. if you want we can skip to what they're doing after classes? i don't mind at all if you want to go through the classes :))